"Hold on,"
Selina slowed her pace. Beside her, Clarissa stole a nervous glance at the man, who was supposed to be her own guard.
"Where are you heading with her?" he asked. He remembered the Young Miss telling him earlier that she was expecting a guest, but it felt strange to see a maid leaving with that same guest.
Selina gave Clarissa a pointed side-eye.
Clarissa swallowed hard, then cleared her throat to deliver the line Selina had coached her on.
"The Young Miss is having terrible cramps," Clarissa muttered, keeping her voice low. "She wants me to drop her guest off at the bus stop on my way to the clinic. I need to fetch some medicine."
"I want to see your face. Lift your head," the guard demanded.
Clarissa nodded stiffly. She raised her head just enough to be seen before quickly burying it again to dodge further inspection. The guard almost recoiled when he saw the irritating, reddish spots covering her skin.
"What's wrong with your face?"
